Blackadder

Blackadder:
Baldrick, fetch the manuscript.

Baldrick:
Manuscript?

Blackadder:
Yes, the big papery thing tied up with string.

Baldrick:
What, like the thing we burnt?

Blackadder:
Exactly like the thing we burnt.

Baldrick:
So you're asking for the big papery thing tied up with string, exactly like the thing we burnt.

Blackadder:
Exactly.

Baldrick:
We burnt it!

Blackadder:
So we did. Thank you, Baldrick; seven years of my life up in smoke. Your Highness, I wonder if I might have a moment.

Prince George:
By all means. [Blackadder leaves the room]

Blackadder:
[from outside, horrified] OH GOD, NO! [re-enters the room, calmly] Thank you sir.

Dr Johnson:
Burnt, you say? That's most unfortunate. A burnt novel is like a burnt dog...

Blackadder:
OH SHUT UP!